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I moan a little. It’s true my breasts feel full and sore and extra sensitive. I think I know why. I hope I know why. I felt crampy a few days ago and thought I might be wrong. My body has never run like clockwork and I thought maybe the stress of recent events might have affected my cycle. But my period is definitely late.
I brought a test with us. I don’t know why I haven’t taken it yet. I’m pretty sure I am pregnant. I think we’re just happy, either way. Trying to make it happen, if it hasn’t already.
“Pause the movie. I need to fucking breed this little goddess who can’t get enough of my giant, bursting cock.”
“Because it feels so damn good.” My laughter is more of a gasp.
“You’re insatiable, Jones.”
I giggle, pressing pause on the remote so we don’t miss the wedding scene. I need to concentrate on making sure my man is getting all the attention he deserves. I want him coming hard, filling me up with his lustrous, life-giving heat. “You’re worse.”
“Because you get me so fucking hot.” Another groan. “That’s it, baby girl, take all of me.”
I’m deeply, deeply in love with him. I never even thought about having babies before Alexander. But I want his. I want to spend every minute with him for the rest of time. I want to do everything in my power to make him as happy, turned on and blissed out as he can be. I give him everything he wants and it’s working. He only gets grumpy at movie plot lines and the occasional phone call from New York.
We’re in Tahiti, in bed in our spacious hut, where we’ve been living for a whole week. Alexander has just extended our trip by another two weeks. His brothers are covering for him while he’s away and they all thought he needed the break—his first vacation ever.
Josh and I talk every couple of days. He’s moved in to his new apartment and is having the time of his life. He signed contracts to work part-time for both Maddox Enterprises and Invested Enterprises and met with Alexander and his brothers before we left. He already idolizes all four of them. The signing bonuses were…crazily generous. And all four Maddox brothers have sort of taken Josh under their wing. They see huge potential in him, Alexander said. Josh even went to a party at the Sky Bar last weekend. I’ve never seen my brother so happy and excited about his future.
Cleo was, of course, overjoyed at the news. She called me in tears because Alexander, as a board member of Invested Enterprises, made sure she got not only a huge bonus but also a raise. Some of the money will go toward the wedding she and Sam are planning in the fall, but her bonus was so substantial, she and Sam are looking at buying a two-bedroom loft…in my building. Two floors down. We’re so excited. Not that I’m going to be living there, but Alexander is going to have Josh’s old bedroom converted into a recording studio, so I’ll be spending time there to work and to write. Alexander told Cleo we’d give her a good deal.
I’ve fantasized about seeing a place like Tahiti my whole life, but the fantasy was never as good as the reality.
The turquoise water is completely transparent, all the way down to the white sand, as warm as bathwater. The floor of our hut is made of glass, so we can see the tropical fish swimming around underneath us.
When I pictured these huts in my imagination, they were cute and rustic. Our hut doesn’t happen to be rustic at all. It’s incredibly luxurious, with a king-sized bed, its own kitchen—which we haven’t used because Alexander insists on ordering room service, which is delivered by boat and is the freshest, most delicious food I’ve ever eaten—a large, beautifully-decorated living area, a fancy European-style bathroom, and a deck that’s the same size as the interior.
The hut sits on stilts and has its own private boardwalk that takes us all the way back to shore. We also have a Jetski we use to ride over to one of the restaurants or the spa at the exclusive resort our hut is a part of. We’re in our own little cove, so we have complete privacy.
Which is a good thing, because we’ve spent the entire week mostly naked, swimming, making love and occasionally watching rom-coms. I’m educating Alexander on the classics.
We spend very little time not connected. I’m sitting on top of him, his thick length deep inside me, taking my time. By now I know exactly how to tease him and drive him wild with lust. I squeeze myself around him, rising up a little before bouncing gently back down. I do it again, squeezing more strongly, taking him deeper.
“Good girl,” he growls, gripping my hips, driving so deep I feel like he’s as much a part of me as I am. His possession is complete and total, forcing the deep, skewering pleasure into me with each thick thrust.
His thumb skates over my clit and the pleasure peaks and shatters into a cascade of clenching bliss so extreme, I cry out. My inner muscles work him lusciously, over and over, until he groans and comes, pumping his gushing cum deep inside me, overflowing and spilling down my thighs.
I lay myself over him, keeping him inside, kissing his perfect lips as his brawny arms pull me close. His voice is rasped and deep when he says the words. “I love you, Ivy Laine. You’re my dream.”
It’s not the first time he’s said it. He told me he loved me the day we arrived in Tahiti and he’s said it at least ten times a day since then.
I haven’t said it back yet, even though I do love him. So much.
I don’t know what’s holding me back. Everything about our relationship has been fast and uncontrollable. You hear about people falling in love at first sight and it sounds so unrealistic from afar. But I know for a fact that I fell in love with Alexander Maddox the minute I saw him. And I fall deeper in love with him every minute we spend together, exponentially. My body and my heart are so full of him, and the combination of our mingling essence so euphoric and life-affirming, I don’t know what to do with all the overload.
It feels like Rocky’s advice, but different. The glowing fire in my heart isn’t about touching an audience, but about loving him with everything I have. So I let one of my fireflies touch him with my words. “I love you, Alexander.”
All I can say is that my grump has turned into a very sexy romantic because his eyes turn that shade of blue that’s as brilliant as the night sky and he rolls us over so he’s holding his weight over me, caging me with his comfort and his warmth. “I’m going to take such good care of you, angel girl. We’re going to have lots of babies and grow old together and I’m going to make sure every single one of your dreams comes true.”
I think he already has.
We make love again and doze for a while. I let him sleep, being careful not to wake him.
I put on a beach wrap that was a gift from a client I haven’t worked with yet, but I like their company. They build schools in developing countries and source their fabrics from women artisans, paying them well and helping them create better lives for themselves. I can relate to at least some of that. So I sit outside and take a selfie against the backdrop of the blue water.
I tag them and post it, linking the product. Absolutely in love with this stunning piece!
That one’s on me.
